Page 85 of Dance of Thorns

It’s so fucked up. So raw, so violent, so demented.

…And it’s pushingevery fucking button I have.

The jangle of his belt buckle rips me back to reality. My eyes go wide, my breath choking against the dirty ground. I think again of the fucking size of him, and my insides rebel.

“No!” I scream, trying to shove him off as fear grips me. “Wait! You're too big!”

Bane chuckles darkly behind me, his only response to slap my raw, red ass again. He roughly shoves my legs wider, his knees on either side of my hips as I feel him brace himself over me with a hand.

“Please!” I choke. “Please, stop?—”

“You know how to make it stop, baby,” he purrs. I cry out, whimpering as he roughly cups my throbbing pussy, his finger easily sinking into me as I blubber and moan into the ground. “But the thing is,” he snarls, “I don’t think this pussy WANTS me to stop.”

He strokes up and down my slit, making my hips roll on their own accord.

Then his hand slips away, and his hips push lower, and I feel thehuge, swollen head of his cock at my opening.

Holy fucking Christ.

He’s going to tear me in two. He’s going to literally kill me with his dick.

“Bane!”

“Just say the fucking word, baby,” he rasps into my ear, smearing the head of his dick up and down my pussy lips.

I whimper, flailing my hands in a futile attempt to claw at him or shove him away. But all that happens is my wrists are grabbed and my hands slammed to the ground above my head.

His cock pushes against my hole, and my body tenses.

Fucking hell, he’s not even using a condom.

“Please, no…” I choke into the ground. “It’s too big!”

Bane ignores me. I know why.

I haven’t said the word.

I’ve thought it over in my head and tasted it on my tongue. But even now, with pure blind terror blurring the lines between fear and excitement, pain and pleasure, I still can’t bring myself to say it out loud.

And even when I try to tell myself it’s all for Lark—to learn the secret he’s dangling over my head—I know that’s bullshit.

I’m not doing this out of some twisted sense of loyalty to her memory.

I’m not sayingpirouettebecauseI fucking want this.

Deep down, I’m a twisted, subby, deviant little cum slut.

And he’s about to prove it.

“There’sa good girl,” Bane rasps into my ear as the swollen head of his dick slips between my slick pussy lips and lodges there. I gasp when his teeth rake up my neck before biting down.

“Scream for me, baby.”

He rams in with one brutal stroke, and he damn well gets his wish.

I fuckingyellas his monster dick tears into me, stretching me past anything I could have ever imagined as he fills me to the limit.

It fuckinghurts. but Bane just groans, grinding his fat cock deep inside me before he rolls his hips back, pulling back out. He thrusts into me again, forcing the air from my lungs, making me let out a choked, gutturaluuungh. My eyes roll back as he slides out and then roughly fucks into my poor pussy again.